Lahat ng Kabanata ng Marked by Moon Fire: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Lucien’s jaw tightened as he walked through the long, torch-lit corridor of the underground passage. The air was heavy and cold. Behind him, Lillian followed reluctantly, her arms crossed, she didn't want to be there.Fabian trailed beside her, his expression calm but smug, a faint curl of satisfaction always lingering on his lips.Lucien noticed it. Every glance, every smirk Fabian gave felt like a defeat. He had always known that Fabian could be manipulative, but to see him wield that much control over his sister so easily unsettled him in ways he couldn’t explain.“Why are we here, Lucien,” Lilian growled, irritation evident in her voice.Still, he kept his composure. “You’ll see why I brought you here,” he said curtly, his tone clipped. “After that, you can make your judgments.”Lillian scoffed softly. “I already know what I want,” she muttered under her breath, but he ignored her.They reached the end of the passage and a heavy iron door stood before them, guarded by two warriors.

Nyssa didn’t waste any more time as she got up from the bench.Papa Ganda was the only person she could think of who might help. Even if it meant using a spell to get whatever was written on the letter.He was in his usual corner of the packhouse, surrounded by his books and little bottles filled with herbs and dust. He looked up the moment she walked in, a faint smile forming on his wrinkled face.“Ah, Nyssa,” he said. “You look troubled again. What is it this time?”Nyssa walked closer and placed the scroll on the table before him. “Papa Ganda, I need your help,” she said quickly. “There’s something written on this scroll, but it’s too faint to read. Is there a spell that can make the words appear again?”Papa Ganda chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “A spell?” he repeated, amused. “Child, you think spells work like ink? That you can wave your hand and make words appear? This looks like an old letter.”Nyssa frowned. “So you can’t?”“I didn’t say that,” he said, still smiling. “Bu

Nyssa had already visited two Lunarsmiths that morning, and both had said the same thing. They hadn’t made the seal. The first had taken one look at it and laughed softly, saying the design was far too old for anything made in recent years. The second had tilted his head, rubbed the edge of the parchment between his fingers, and told her that whoever crafted it had great skill.By noon, she had gotten really tired. She walked through the market, but there was no information, wondering if it was all a waste of time. She sat down to get some rest. When a lady approached her.“You look like you’ve been walking for hours,” said the woman, balancing a basket of herbs on her arm. Her tone was light, curious.Nyssa stood quickly. “I’m looking for a Lunarsmith,” she said. “One that might recognize an old seal.”The woman smiled. “You’ve probably gone to the wrong ones. There’s a man everyone talks about. They say he’s the best in the trade. Even the elders come to him when they want something

The council members looked at one another, unsure whether to speak or stay silent, They remained rooted to their seats as he walked out. Nyssa got up immediately and followed behind him.. She went after him, to reason with him, to tell him this wasn’t the way but as soon as she had left the meeting room and was walking through the corridor, a voice stopped her..“Don’t meddle in that, child.”She turned. Papa Ganda stood near the doorway of his room…. His face carried a calm aura.“Papa Ganda….” Nyssa began, lowering her voice. “You must have heard what happened. I can’t just—-”He shook his head. “Lucien’s decision was made long before he entered that room. Nothing you say now will change it.”“But Lillian is his sister. She’s just angry,” Nyssa argued. “Maybe if someone—”“Nyssa.” His voice deepened slightly. “You’ve done enough for today. Stay out of that storm. Some battles must burn themselves out.”Nyssa sighed. She didn’t like it, but she knew Papa Ganda was right, Lucien would

Nyssa was so disappointed that they were leaving yet again without a clue. By the time they arrived at the packhouse, the whole house looked really busy. The maids and guards were all over the place, running each holding one thing or the other. They exchanged glances.“What is going on here?” Nyssa asked a maid, carrying a basket on her way out.The maid bowed. “My lady, the Alpha, has asked to prepare for the coming of the King of the West.”“What?” Lucy gasped behind her.“Where is Lillian?” Nyssa asked immediately.“She was ordered to stay indoors till they arrive,” the maid replied curtly.Nyssa made her way to Lillian's room with Lucy walking beside her. She opened the door to find her crawled up on her bed. She seemed like she had been crying for a while, Lucy ran to her and hugged her.“Lillian,” Nyssa said softly from the doorway.Lillian turned sharply, her eyes red. “What do you want?”Nyssa hesitated, then stepped inside. “I am sorry for what Lucien is doing.”Lillian laug